She was a little annoyed: "I only treat him as my third uncle. If you continue to make random guesses, I will ignore you."
Geng Mingxuan reached out and took her hand, a little nervous: "Don't ignore me."
His hands were so cold that she almost wanted to shake them off. He must have been cold because he didn't keep warm when he went to the accounting room just now, and she felt a little guilty.
